For about a year when Big Kid was around 2, he only called me Ashley. I would refuse to acknowledge him, I would get angry, I would cry, I would beg, I would act like I didn't care--but he persisted in only calling me Ashley. Then finally "mama", then "mudder", and now it's strictly "mom" except for on character stars, I guess.

I also love the Star of David and attribute that to time at Temple preschool

I've compared my memory of childhood events, with my mom's, and they are very different. I remember happy field trips, fun experiments, and having lots of fun. Mom remembers going almost insane chasing kids, cleaning up messes, breaking up fights, and the prep and clean up work.

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